She’s discretely picking herself up
yet again.
her toothbrush is in the front pocket
of her ripping knapsack
her necklace
refastened around her neck.

he’s still holding on to
her vintage
beach rock CD.

someone will always walk away
with something that wasn’t theirs.

the look in her eyes
when she was trying to drive,
was exhausted by the streetlights
and repressed remnants of
secretly sought after destruction.

she and her passenger
were separated
though verbalized indignation
seeped into
timid toleration.

he’s god knows where
touching who know who
it took three whole days
to move on.

She’s not strong
she just knew he was wrong
and lost in a throng
of undesirables

left overs in Styrofoam cases
with their names carved out
are shoved to the back of the fridge
silent and molding
like unspoken words
hanging their mouths.

it’s the mid-afternoon
and he couldn’t be bothered to wake up
before two.

she slipped out of his grasp
and dangled off the porch
in an overcast lavender blue.

back inside
the wood floor gives way
to her moon beam knees
and she loses perception
in the imperfections
of her dreams
and realities.


c.m.
7.15.14

Change me, into the man that you created me to be.
Help heal me of the man that keeps wanting to be married.
Let me dwell in your Love, help me to overcome this.
I know that you have your reasons why my life is this way.
Do what only you can do to change my life to be a much better one.
Please put a heal me of all of the unnecessary brokenness.
Do what only you can do to restore me into the man.
That you originally created me to be revealing you through me.

Killing all reasoning at once,  he fell in love with a distant star
to merge with him,by any means, she too started a suicidal fall,
as they swung,in space, light years raced alarmingly between them
their hope eternal( tragic, thought others) became,the light they are.

I am looking
Not for the heart
Filled in flesh and blood
But for a heart
Filled with passion
Not for the heart
Caged in bones and veins
But for a heart
Loaded with compassion
Not for the heart
Busy ever on its beat
But for a heart
Showering love ever on me
I like you liking me
If you like me liking you
I reserve and preserve
My love for you
For our wedded embedded life